Tribal – by Lewis Wollington

Episode 9 - Tribal (Lewis and the Orbs)

Catch up on last week here

What’s Happened So Far:
Arriving on the jungle planet of Koloko, Lewis, James and Shannon experience a rare moment of bliss where the universe is finally at peace with them…

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The jungles of Koloko were like paradise in physical form. Sun-draped canopies sheltered the paths of the jungle floor letting in just enough light for the ground to taste its warmth. The soils were littered with all sorts of strange and exotic plants; some bathed in the sunlight and were happy to live a permanent holiday, while others had big aspirations and reached up towards the sky.

All sorts of weird and wonderful animal noises echoed around the jungle; croaks, squaks, and grunts all came together to form a melody that danced beautifully towards your ears. The gentle flow of a river served as a backing track as it shone like sapphires in the sun. The water looked so clean and so pure that anyone who had ever taken a sip might write home about it for a hundred years to come.

The smell of the jungle had a hint of musty and a hint of wild animal, but nevertheless pleasant overall. It was the type of air to steam your glasses up if you’d forgotten to put them under a hand dryer first.

Everything reminded Shannon of her trips to Paignton Zoo as a child. She’d always imagined herself exploring jungles when she’d grown up, volunteering in South America on a gap year or something like that; but never in her wildest dreams had she imagined it to be on an alien planet. She stopped for a second to face up to the alien sun. She closed her eyes and inhaled a deep and calming breath as a harsh but soft light caressed the very fibres of her skin. Never before had she felt so at peace with herself as she did then. For a few seconds, nothing mattered, absolutely nothing, and it was so good.

As her eyes refocused on the environment around her, Shannon could see James and Lewis in the near distance looking up into the canopies. Lewis had a large branch in his hand as a pointer to show James whatever it was he’d seen up there. She could hear them muttering but couldn’t pick out any actual words. It might have been a bird, maybe a small mammal, or even an alien species of plant; whatever it was didn’t matter to Shannon. That moment was what she’d always wanted from her adventures with Lewis: to see new worlds and to enjoy time with her friends. To see James and Lewis not running away from a monster, not being chained up or threatened, not having to make an impossible decision, but looking at a tree, might just be the happiest moment of her life. The pure bliss of the situation bought a relaxed smile to her face; not a forced smile, rather one she had no control over – one that was going to be there whether she liked it or not.

As Lewis continued stressing over the fact James couldn’t see what he was pointing at, Shannon caught a glimmer out of the corner of her eye; a glimmer of light, a reflection of the Sun. Her smile had turned into a curious pout as she spotted a golden sphere buried amongst some grass. It laid there lifeless, not moving, not serving any kind of purpose. She looked over to see if the boys had noticed, but they were too busy squabbling or arguing or something like that. It made her smile once again. She wanted this moment to last forever, not to be interrupted for silly reasons. Deciding to let them be, Shannon squatted beside it for a closer inspection. She picked it up; nothing happened. Tilting it around with her hand, the sphere was engraved with strange markings that resembled circles within circles. She had a go at opening it and pulling it apart, but nothing budged. It looked pretty harmless, so it probably was. Plonking it in her handbag, the one Lewis calls the ‘Mary Poppins bag’, Shannon wanted to keep it as a souvenir, something she could look at to remind her of the moment she’d been waiting for for so long; and boy was it worth it.

Tribal Music

The Orbs emerge from the spheres

Next Time:
The Frozen Planet: 10 of 13. Travelling to the last planet on their round trip of the galaxy, the team arrive on the frozen planet of Nevaska. There they come face to face with the 7Alpen, terrifying creatures that have mutated into silent killers of the night. Trapped in a lighthouse with deadly fungus all around, can the team find a way out in time?


Night of the Worms – by Lewis Wollington

royal william yard abandoned building 2

Catch up on last week here

What’s Happened So Far:
Arriving on the planet Malistoni Minor, in the city of Dapryt, famous for it’s trade; Lewis, James and Shannon enjoy a meal in one of the native restaurants. After trying (and sometimes spitting out) some of local delicacies, they head out for a bit of exploration. Witnessing some criminals being led into what appears to be an abandoned cargo storage, Shannon sneaks in behind them to investigate. Despite warning her not to, James and Lewis reluctantly follow to get her out. When trying to escape however, they are locked in…

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All three of them squinted as a harsh white light glared at them through a torch lens. Behind the torches stood five confused and unimpressed faces, obscured by the contrasts in lighting. The room was dark; dark, damp, and gloomy. Wooden crates were piled up high absolutely everywhere, lazing around like it was a retirement home for forgotten, useless boxes. One of the women stepped forward, the one in the middle, stern-faced with a bob-like structure to her hair. She had an outfit on that resembled a macho astronaut, they all did. James could feel his heartbeat speeding up as she approached. She stopped.
“Who are you?” she asked, strongly confused and almost in disgust.
Confused himself as to receiving such an unfamiliar and unexpected welcome, Lewis had a quick half-look behind him to check he wouldn’t be interrupting anyone about to speak, “Well, I’m Lewis,” he said, putting a spread out hand to his chest, “this is James, and this is Shannon. Sorry, we don’t mean to come across as rude here, it’s just we’re not really used to such an unthreatening welcome,” he laughed to himself.
“Why are you here?” another girl asked, as if they were absolute idiots.
“We were having a look around the city and I accidentally stumbled upon this place,” Shannon replied, “is it that much of a big deal?”
“Don’t you know who we are?” the first woman asked, changing the subject, avoiding the question.
“But what’s so bad about this place?” James enquired, changing it back.
“You honestly have no idea what’s going on?”
James shook his head.
“You better tell ’em,” said a male voice, the seriousness in his voice scaring them as to what was about to be said.
“Night of the Worms?” she asked, as if they twelve year olds that couldn’t understand 2+2. Shannon looked over at James and Lewis to check if they’d understood before she looked stupid in front of everyone; they hadn’t.
“I’m sorry, but we really don’t know what is happening.”
The woman sighed and started to work around with stroppy feet.
She went over to a man who was stood on the far left of the group, she smacked her hands down onto his padded shoulders, “This is Lertac, bank robber, caught trying to steal a million obos from the bank of Gilyonis. This is Purtia,” she continued, moving on to the other woman who had spoken earlier, “vandalist, tried to deface the Moonon Rock with a message of peace during the Raqtan war. Marcus Lampton, spy,” she moved on, keeping the ball rolling, “tried double crossing for the DeGrayans and the Killingtons, was ultimately unsuccessful. Harkon Kole, my right hand man,” she changed her tone, moving on to the final person in the line, “banned from the Tuhuna Church for sacrilegious regions – returned there, what a plonker.” Harkon laughed. “And finally, me: Lockwell. I killed the man who murdered my brother,” she announced, a vengeance present in her voice that she clearly still pursued today. Lewis, James, and Shannon just stared, not sure what kind of reaction they were supposed to give.
“Um… Hellooo,” Lewis replied, instantly regretting saying something so stupid. Shannon gave him a funny look.
“But why are you all here,” James stressed, “you still haven’t answered my question.”
“Ever heard of the Cargo Worms before?” Lertac asked.
“Humongous parasites that are extremely deadly. On your first encounter, with no chance of escape, they’ll devour you ’til you’re nothing but a pile of bones.” James, Lewis, and Shannon waited in silence and suspense as they anticipated the dreaded words.
“And they’re here, in this old storage bay.” There they were.
“Then how do we kill them?” Shannon asked.
“With explosives,” Harkon replied, confidently. “I’ve got a bomb in my bag. Once we plant it at the centre of the building, it’ll wipe out the Worms before they can reach the city without the explosion reaching any of the people in the Dapryt.”
“Not that I see why they should get to live,” Marcus mumbled.
Lockwell turned around, annoyed, “Marcus, if you continue moaning like this then you might not even make it to the worms, now shut it.” Childishly, he pulled a face as she turned back around.
Lewis was deep in thought, “But surely if all it takes is explosives, then why do they need… Criminals.” Lewis stopped, no longer a question but a dreadful realisation. Lockwell could tell that he’d worked it out.
Shannon was staring at his face trying to figure it out, “What is it, what, what…,” her eyes widened in horror as her jaw dropped at the revelation, “this is a suicide mission?!”
“I’m afraid so,” Lockwell answered, showing no sympathy for them.
“But we’re not supposed to be here, WE’VE DONE NOTHING WRONG!” James protested.
“D’ya think they’re gonna believe you outside? D’ya think they’ll unlock the doors for someone who they believe to be a criminal, desperate not to die?” Harkon replied, progressively getting louder with frustration.
“We’re gettin’ out of here, we don’t deserve to be here!” he continued to argue back.
“Oh, and do you think I deserve to be here?!” Purtia yelled, “For trying to create peace during a bloodied war?”
James pointed an aggressive finger at her, “You’re a criminal!” Purtia was appalled.
“You are coming with us, whether you like it or not!” Lockwell snapped, imperatively, secretly frustrated at James’ comments. She calmed down. “It was pretty obvious you weren’t supposed to come in here, you’ve only got yourselves to blame. Now, come on, you’re going to help us.”

Night of the Worms Music

Lewis takes James and Shannon to a restaurant on Malistoni Minor

Next Time:
Tribal. 9 of 13: On the jungle planet of Koloko, a tribe is terrorised by golden spheres that randomly appear out of nowhere. As Lewis, James, and Shannon try to help the tribe with their problems, no one is prepared for what’s inside…

The Empress Armageddon – by Lewis Wollington

Episode 7 - The Empress Armageddon (The Empress Yukisan and James)

Catch up on last week here

What’s Happened So Far:
On an evening out in Torquay, James finds the new restaurant run by the woman who used to be his boss. When they worked together in Plymouth, James was fired for snooping through files containing odd images and stories about a dragon. Remembering all of these memories, now with people who may actually believe him, James takes Lewis and Shannon to the new restaurant as the reopening of his first ever investigation from before the paradox…

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The restaurant was fairly dark, lit only by red lanterns that hung from the ceiling like streamers. There were paintings of swans and cranes and trees all up the walls as a smell of oriental origin flooded into the room. The three of them were sat around a round table with a platter of Japanese food in front of them. Lewis was digging into some salmon sushi while Shannon vouched for the avocado and cucumber option. James was munching on some sesame prawn toast, however he wasn’t really paying much attention. His eyes stayed vigilant at all times as they constantly surveyed the room for anything that might be suspicious. He lost concentration as he caught sight of Lewis indulging in even more sushi.
“You guys are supposed to looking out as well, you know,” he moaned.
“Yeah, we are, but if we don’t eat this food then we’ll become the suspicious ones,” Lewis replied as an excuse to eat more food.
“You can eat and observe at the same time,” he whined.
“We are!” Shannon insisted. James rolled his eyes, shook his head and sighed. As he looked away, he caught something out of the corner of his eye; his face dropped. There, through the round windows of the doors to the kitchen, he saw her standing; Christine. Waving his hand to grab their attention so he wouldn’t have to look away, James tried getting Shannon and Lewis to look, as urgently and subtlety as possible.
Through gritted teeth, he violently whispered, “Guys! Guys! There she is! Christine!” Lewis looked up immediately with half a piece of sushi hanging out of his mouth. As he attempted to eat it, using just his mouth to save its life, Shannon gazed over through eagle eyes. She caught sight of her. Between 50 and 60 years old, Christine was Japenese, short, plump, and had a short, black, curly perm that was beginning to go grey. She was wearing a white blouse with a blue floral print that hung unbuttoned over a plain white T-shirt. There was nothing unusual about her whatsoever, but this was what worried Shannon so much. If James was right with his suspicions, maybe that’s how she got away with her crimes – by appearing normal.
“Doesn’t look like a criminal to me… or an empress,” Lewis inputted.
“Oh yeah, and I’m sure you’ve seen loads of empresses before,” James responded sarcastically. “I still don’t understand why she moved so quickly. It usually takes years of planning to pull of such an extensive move but she did it all in a couple of weeks.”
“Maybe she doesn’t hang around. Maybe she can make really fast decisions,” Shannon surmised.
“Or maybe she started planning a long time ago,” James said, with a tone of voice that suggested he’d been thinking about this for quite a while now. “Perhaps Plymouth was all just a big decoy to make people believe that moving to Torquay has nothing to do with whatever happens next.”
“And what does happen next?” Lewis asked, now deeply interested in James’ points.
“A dragon apparently.”
“A dragon?” a voice replied, sounding interested, making all three of them jump. James turned around to see Christine looming over him.
“I thought I told you I never wanted to see you again.” she spat.
“Yeah, well, we can’t always get what we want in life can we?”
“Get out, now, before I cause a fuss.” Lewis and Shannon just sat there, going red in embarrassment, not sure if she was being serious or not.
“Go on, I said get out!” she shouted, imperatively, with severity and seriousness very much present in her voice. As they got up, their chairs squeaked across the floor humiliatingly. Everyone was looking at them.
As James gave one last evil stare at Christine, she leaned in close, pointed her chubby forefinger at his chest, and angrily whispered, “And don’t you ever come back again.”

Next Time:
Night of the Worms: 8 of 13. On the first of three planets Lewis plans to take James and Shannon to, Malistoni Minor, a city famous for trade is terrorised by parasites that came in some cargo. When the team meet a group of criminals who have been sent to destroy the Cargo Worms, they realise that it’s a suicide mission. With danger around every corner, will anyone survive the night of the worms?

Parisian Nights – by Lewis Wollington


Catch up on last week here

What’s Happened So Far:
Brandon calls the team out for an investigation in Paris where he is out on a business call. However, when Lewis goes missing amongst the mayhem, reinforcement is called for in the form of Tommy and Edwin. While Brandon, James, and Shannon keep watch at a suspicious masquerade ball recreation, Tommy and Edwin investigate the underground passageways below…

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Tommy and Edwin could feel the walls closing in around them. They were aware of the fact that their friend might be in grave danger, but they were also rather conscious of the guards patrolling the lower levels – and the guns they were carrying too. There was a musty and damp smell in the air as their shoes waded through heavy water. Mould grew up desolate brick walls that hid in the shadows of the night, water dripped from the ceiling in an irregular rhythm of drops, lights flickered as the storm raged on over Paris; but still no sign of Lewis. Their torches were weak. All they could see was a mere few metres in front of them, which was no good if a guard was to spring out of nowhere; but the search continued.

James, Shannon, and Brandon scouted the pseudo 15th century masquerade ball. Modern men danced with modern ladies as the recreation ignored the present day burdens of French beauty. James’ eyes were drawn to the ceiling as the most exquisite and magnificent chandelier he’d ever seen flickered ever-so-slightly. It’s candelabra lamps continued to shine like diamonds as if nothing had happened. James didn’t think much of it, but he decided to keep it at front of his mind. Shannon swanned over to him as her spectacular dress hovered along on a slight breeze.
“Anything?” she muttered, as if she was an undercover agent.
“The chandelier flickered,” James mentioned.
“Is that all?” she quietly laughed to herself.
James smiled. “Any sign of Lewis?” he changed his tone.
“Not yet,” she sighed.
“Ah, well, just keep looking,” he said.
“I will,” she replied as she continued to survey with eagle eyes.

“Stop!” Tommy whispered imperatively, putting his hand out onto Edwin’s shoulder.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I think there’s someone behind us, come on.” The pair of them began to stumble down the narrow corridors, trying not to make a sound. Edwin’s torchlight caught something just to the left of them.
“Look!” he gleamed.
“Quick get it open!” Tommy ordered, as they tugged at the stiff door handle. Both of them were forced back as the tight door finally gave in to the pressure.
“Lewis!” Edwin’s eyes lit up as he saw him, looking rather drowsy and disorientated.
“Where am I?” he grumbled as they helped him out, one arm each.
“Well, you were inside a cupboard underneath a recreational masquerade ball in Paris,” Tommy explained with a humorous undertone in his voice. Lewis’ eyes widened, it was like he had just woken up.
“Paris?!” he exclaimed. “I know exactly what’s going on.”
“What?” Edwin asked, unconvinced and confused.
“Come on, we’ve got to warn them!” he declared with urgency.

Lewis emerged from the top of stairs at one of doors to the masquerade ball. His eyes daren’t blink as he desperately sought an answer on how to get everybody out in time.
“Lewis!” Shannon beamed as she saw him standing in the doorway with Tommy and Edwin.
“LISTEN TO ME EVERYONE, YOU ARE ALL IN SERIOUS DANGER. YOU HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE, RIGHT NOW!” With that, chaos commenced as the huge windows were smashed to the ground. Everyone jumped out of their skin and headed straight for the exit as creatures rammed their fists through the glass like sledgehammers. Shannon’s jaw lowered in absolute terror as she recognised the monstrosities around her.
“Cran!” Tommy exclaimed, “but they’re all dead, I was there, I watched them burn!” he protested.
“Obviously some remained in the atmosphere, come on, we have to get out of here.” Lightning bolts were fired from hands with complete force as the people of Paris were struck down one by one. About twelve Cran had now descended on the huge hall as the pandemonium continued. James was being swept away with the fleeing dancers as he desperately tried to move backwards, “Shannon, where are you?” Brandon was already at the exit as he looked in on the mayhem. “James, come on, get out!” he called, not realising what James was shouting for. As Lewis and Tommy got lost in the crowds too, Edwin spotted Shannon on the floor, swept off her feet by the escapees.
“It’s alright, I’m here.” He helped her up by her hands and supported her as they crouched amongst crowds from the Cran. Lewis finally reached the exit to find Brandon and Tommy already there.
“Where are the others?” he questioned. Brandon seemed to ignore him as he went back into the crowds to pull James from the wreckage.
“But Shannon and Edwin are still in there!” The remaining guests screamed as they noticed the Cran barricading the exit.
“NO!” James yelled as he saw Edwin and Shannon disappear through the gap of the closing doors. James looked around helplessly to find Lewis just staring out of the window. His theory stood right in front of him, 300 metres tall. The Eiffel Tower was being used as a conductor for the remaining Cran scattered in the atmosphere to get from the sky and down to Earth. Lewis was stumped.

Edwin and Shannon stuck together as they looked around in horror. The Cran seemed to have ceased fire and formed a circle around the remaining victims. There was a creepy silence as the monsters just stared, lifeless, emotionless.
One of them spoke in the robotic and monotonous voice that was oh-so-familiar to Edwin and Shannon, “You will come with us for testing.”

Parisian Nights Music:

While Brandon, James, and Shannon ponder where Lewis has got to, a cleaner at the Eiffel Tower is murdered by a mysterious creature in flickering lights…

Next Time
The Empress Armageddon: 7 of 13. When James finds his old boss, Christine, has opened a new Japanese restaurant in Torquay, old suspicions are brought to the forefront as he begins to question some of her previous actions. With reported sightings of an Empress walking around town wanting to summon a dragon from the sea, are the silly stories and superstitions a load of old rubbish, or are they a lot darker than they first seemed?

The Blood of Stones (II) – by Lewis Wollington

Episode 5 - The Blood of Stones (The Ungeist)

Catch up on part one here

What’s Happened So Far:
After Lana’s death, the team decide to mark the start of a new ordinary life with a trip to the Black Forest. Barely talking to one another, Lewis moves into a state of depression while James and Shannon constantly remind themselves what happened. When they arrive, Lewis locks himself away in his bedroom, while Shannon and James explore what turns out to be quite an eerie village. When they meet an alien princess however, they vow to keep her safe from the bloodthirsty Matron and her demonic Ungeist. When all four are cornered by Ungeist, Lewis runs into the Black Forest, Shannon and Ari go back to the house while James hides away in the church…

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Ari’s eyes widened in horror as the Ungeist poured into the abandoned street. Coming in from north, east, and west, they walked with their hands together and their hoods up, slowly and in single file. Shannon quickly snapped out of her bored state of mind and rose from her chair in shock. Her mind rushed into overdrive as the cogs worked hard to find a decent solution in such a short time.
“BARRICADE THE DOOR!” she called out to Ari as the first Ungeist opened the front gate. Quickly joining Ari in the porch, Shannon frantically grabbed anything she could and desperately shoved it in front of the doorway. Shards of glass were flying everywhere as tables were smashed up against the entrance.
While everything around her moved at rapid speed, Shannon’s heart suddenly froze in terror, “Can they get in through the garden?”

Lewis looked around the caliginous and never-ending Black Forest, a tenebrous figure was lurking, he could feel its presence amongst the darkened mist, he just couldn’t see it. The Ungeist had followed him out of the house. He hadn’t got away yet but he was going to keep trying.

Ari kept piling furniture from the porch and lounge on top of the building heap as Shannon scrambled to the other end of the house. Ungeist were making their way up the garden. Expeditiously making a start on a second barricade, Shannon lunged for the drinks cabinet and thrust it into the face of the exit. There was no way out for them now, but at least it meant no entrance for the Ungeist.

Lewis sprinted and stumbled over fallen trees and general plant litter, looking back every five seconds or so as something continued to follow him; he looked a mess. The fear, the guilt, the terror; hundreds of annulling emotions that declared Lewis a failure had all come together to form the wreck he was becoming. The intimidating trees acted as prison security, making sure he would never escape from the past, or the Ungeist for that matter. Despite the speed difference, the demon was somehow always behind him, and Lewis was beginning to tire.

The Ungeist had begun smashing down the doors. As Shannon stepped back, she could hear the glass being smashed and the monstrous hands making first contact with the furniture. The mountainous haul wouldn’t last very long, but at least it was stable for now. She knew the same couldn’t be said about Ari’s pile and made the decision to race back to the front of the house.
“Shannon, help me, please!” Ari screamed out just as Shannon appeared.
“I’m here, hang on! Stay calm, we can do this.” she reassured the princess, and herself.

Scampering through the undergrowth, now running out of steam, Lewis’ breathing was getting heavier. The odd tear would force it’s way down his face, no matter how much he’d try and refuse it. As he turned around to try and reassure himself he was losing the Ungeist, his heart started forcing its way up his throat as the demonic red robes were beginning to appear from out of the mist.

Both girls had their backs up against the conglomeration of furniture. Their arms were spread to try and spread the force they were exerting – it was no use. Hands came crashing in from behind them as the Ungeist splintered the randomly assembled paraphernalia. The girls let out desperate, blood-curdling screams as the Ungeist grabbed them from all directions.

Legs stumbling from a lack of energy, vision blurred by tears of terror, Lewis tripped over a protruding tree root, stuck out like a school bully waiting to trip the nerd. As his face was scratched by agonisingly painful kindling, the Ungeist grabbed his leg and began to pull backwards. Hands flaying all over the place, trying to hold on to anything he could, he called out in torment at the excruciating pain…

Next Time:
Parisian Nights: 6 of 13. When Tommy and Edwin are summoned to Paris, they discover Brandon called out Lewis, James, and Shannon to help out in an investigation, only for Lewis to vanish. As the old friends unite under the light of the Eiffel Tower, they soon discover an old enemy lurking in the Parisian night…

The Normal People (I) – by Lewis Wollington

Episode 4 - The Normal People (Lewis)

Catch up on last week here

What’s Happened So Far:
After last week’s events, where Lana sacrificed herself to resurrect James from the death she blamed herself for, the team struggle to come to terms with what’s happened. Barely talking to each other, they take a break to a quiet village in the middle of the Black Forest, Germany, to mark the start of their ‘ordinary’ life, away from danger…

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Lewis solemnly stared out of the coach window. His reflection glared back at him. It was there to remind him that he was still alive and Lana wasn’t, but he looked right through it; not that he was looking at anything in particular. His eyes desperately searched for some kind of comfort, but the fields of muggy Germany offered no such serenity. As the raindrops fought their way down to the bottom of the window, the outside world was beginning to blur at the hands of Lewis’ breath. Not that he was going to wipe it away, he was too busy thinking; thinking about those same few moments that played in his mind over and over again like a broken record player. The harsh, scintillating sunlight that burnt an unseeable silhouette of Lana onto his memory; the pure force of the blast that resurrected James from a world he was not ready to visit; and those final words that had tattooed themselves to Lewis’ conscience like glue. Remember me. Those two words just wouldn’t leave him alone, it was as if Lana was ghosting right in front of him.

As the day turned to night, the coach entered the caliginous gateway to the Black Forest. James and Shannon had been sitting one back and one across from Lewis on the coach. They’d barely spoken to each other since what’d happened, let alone speak to Lewis. Sullen, exhausted, wounded; their crestfallen faces failed to hide the pain they were going through. Huge trees towered high above the coach, intimidating it, making it feel tiny. It’s the kind of observation Shannon would have made had her mind not been under the influence of a subconscious anaesthetic. Numbed to the point of sleeping with her eyes open, she hadn’t even noticed James crying every so often. He couldn’t even recall a time he’d cried before, never mind once every hour or so. A week had passed and the guilt had only continued to build and build, until a wall had been built, to separate himself from the real world and the prison he chose to lock himself inside. It was dark, so, so dark already, but the wall continued building, brick by brick; until eventually, any glimmer of hope that might force its way through the tiniest of crevices had been engulfed. James had been given a second chance at life, but he couldn’t see that, because all he could see was himself shouting at Lana moments before his death and hers. Even in his dying seconds, he never forgave her, and that’s something he’ll have to live with forever.

The Normal People Music:

Music for Cliffhanger

As Lewis hides in the kitchen, shaking with tremendous fear, an Ungeist makes it’s way through the house. Meanwhile, James, Shannon, and Princess Ari are surrounded in the village square by the Matron, the Ungeist, and a mob of fake villagers. The Matron makes her proposal clear: either they hand her over the princess, or all three of them will die…

Next Time:
The Blood of Stones: 5 of 13. Part 2 of 2. As the Matron and the Ungeist move in on the Princess; James and Shannon are desperate to keep her safe. But with Lewis lost deep in the Black Forest, and Shannon and James under attack, can anyone save the princess in time?

The Sun Dancers – by Lewis Wollington

Episode 3 - The Sun Dancers (Lana)

Catch up on last week here

What’s Happened So Far:
When Emily fails to turn up after being given the time crystal by Lewis, Lana is furious he made such a big decision by himself. Taking James and Shannon out on an investigation to prove they are just as good as he is, an urban subway turns out to be a portal to a spaceship orbiting the Earth. After being attacked by monks that worship the ashes of an ancient Sun God, the trio plan an escape. Things go from bad to worse however when James is stuck in an airlock under Lana’s instruction. As he loses air, Lana sets out to fix what she’s started. Lewis finally catches up and joins them onboard, but can he save them all?..

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“Shannon, what’s going on?” Lewis demanded, running over to her.
Shannon turned around, tears streaming down her face, “It’s James, I think he’s going to die!” she sobbed. Lewis pressed his hands up to the glass, helplessly and in horror as he saw James slowly slumping to the ground with every turn of the pressure gauge.
“Do one of these buttons work?” Lewis muttered as he tried anything he could to get the airlock open.
“It’s no use!” Shannon cried, “I’ve tried everything, it’s not opening!”
Lewis stopped, “Where’s Lana?” he enquired. Shannon shook her head in response with no clue whatsoever.

Two monks were trying to hold Lana down, one on each arm, but she was having none of it. A 360 degree forceful swing of the arms soon sent them tumbling to the ground, leaving Lana the last woman standing. Free to run, as the Sun’s rays approached the urn, Lana legged it. The rays finally touched, and the urn glowed burning yellow; the Sun God was awakening, and a host was required. As the monks desperately scrambled to beat her to it, Lana stormed in and violently smashed the urn off it’s podium, leaving the monks to watch on in horror. The Sun God was free, and Lana was ready to fulfil her destiny. As the glowing spirit-like dust circled yellow rings around her, Lana spread her arms and looked up to the ceiling. The ashes hailed their new master and lifted her slightly off the ground as the merge neared completion. As she was gently dropped, she turned around to the monks, her eyes burning brighter than the Sun itself. They fled, running for their lives towards the door, but it was all in vain. Lana held up her arm and formed a tight and angry fist. As she did so, the glass window began to crack, and the sunlight poured in, devouring the windows on the way. The monks were burnt up before they even had a chance to fall into the vacuum of space, and Lana watched on with vengeance.

As the oxygen levels neared zero, James was in a sweaty mess on the floor. While Shannon cried more with every second that went by, Lewis continued to bang on the glass, frighteningly frustrated. He stopped to let his eyes water up as he watched the oxygen gauge read zero. This was it. The end. But it couldn’t be, surely not? Lewis was always there to save them just in the nick of time, what happened, why didn’t he? As James peacefully closed his eyes, Shannon broke down in the corner. Quivering, Lewis was frozen for a few seconds before he slapped a hand over his face to cry the most agonisingly painful silent tears. So many great moments flashed before their eyes that they knew they’d never be able to experience again, not without James.

As Lana stood tolerating the thunderous solar winds that howled around her, she saw James die, reliving it in her mind’s eye over and over again. She blamed herself, and she was going to pay for what she’d done. Giving them no chance to even begin to accept what had happened, Lana slammed the doors open on Lewis and Shannon as they cowered at the bright light engulfing her.
“LANA!!” Lewis called out, “What have you done?” he sobbed.
“I am Raajox, the Sun God; the decider of death. Yet I am Lana Jones; the murderer but the bringer of hope – and I bring LIFE!”
With one jolted movement, Lana suddenly raised her arm and smashed a powerful beam of light through the airlock glass. Her body was clearly in pain but she daren’t stop. She kept on pushing the light out of her hand and into the airlock. With a co-ordinated awakening and sudden deep breath, James awoke from his deadly slumber and back into the world, resurrected before their eyes.
“I… I can see,” she whimpered innocently.
“What can you see?” Shannon asked, confused.
“Shannon, don’t,” Lewis replied.
“I can see everything that ever is and ever was. I can see everything that ever could be, should be and will be; and it burns.” Lana turned to face Lewis for help, “Oh Lewis it burns!”
“Let him go Lana! Pass him onto me, do what you will just let him GO!” Lewis protested, slamming the floor with a fist.
“Just shut up Lewis, just shut up, shut up, shut up!” Lana cried. “Let someone else be the hero for once! Because you know what, I may not be big enough, I may not be strong enough, and I’m certainly not mentally psyched enough to carry a god. But you know what I was? I was brave enough. Remember me, Lewis.” Lana smiled one last smile at him, and burnt up with the Sun God inside her, both never to be seen again.
As silence fell, a single tear solemnly streamed down Lewis’ cheek, “We got too used to winning.”

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Lewis, Shannon, and James mourn over Lana’s death

Next Time
The Normal People: 4 of 13. Part 1 of 2. Struggling to deal with the events of last week, Lewis, James, and Shannon decide it’s time to pull the plug on investigations. In an attempt to take a break and start their new ‘normal’ life, the team take a holiday to a small village in the middle of the Black Forest, Germany. But with reports of an alien princess, and demons walking in the woods, can they resist?

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